The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 501 - 414, New Skill (One more update today)

Chapter 501: Chapter 414, New Skill (One more update today)

Manuscript?

Wu Heng’s eyes lit up.

Last time, I mentioned to ‘Imilo’ that I wanted information on Necromancers and cultivating Ghosts.

Back then, my intention was to apply for some related books from the guild and study them slowly in my own time.

Now it seems, Imilo directly got me an experimental manuscript.

Such manuscripts usually record the research process and complete procedures of Mages.

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For professionals within the Mage system, they are a rare commodity.

Wu Heng took it over and immediately expressed his gratitude, “Thank you, Steward, I will copy it and return it to you after I get back.”

“No need, it’s of no use to me, just give it to you, consider it an advance on a third-level Merit, just make sure to replenish the Merit,” Imilo said indifferently.

Well, it’s not exactly without cost.

But such notes are indeed worth a third-level Merit, and sometimes there are things that can’t be obtained even with Merit.

“Understood, Steward,” Wu Heng directly stored it in his Space Ring and then remembered the matter of the Old Barrel Tavern’s payment, directly saying, “Steward, the Old Barrel Tavern sent over two hundred Gold Coins as a reward for helping investigate the murderer. I wasn’t at the guild at the time, and the assistant had it delivered to the front desk, I’m not sure how these coins should be handled.”

Investigating the murder of ‘Mackintosh’ was a task assigned by the Steward himself.

If I were to accept this money, it would not be in line with the guild’s procedures.

Nobody knowing would have been fine, but I fear there might be some underlying issues, which could easily give others a handle against me afterward.

There are quite a few who would like to see me step down from the Vice-executive position.

Imilo directly stated, “Keep a hundred for yourselves, the rest should be handed over to the guild.”

“Okay!” Wu Heng nodded.

Seeing there was nothing else, he immediately exited the room.

…

He returned to his study.

Andre Willow was sitting at the desk organizing documents, and the small owl was flying chaotically around the room, chasing a bee trapped inside.

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“Master, you’re back!” Andre Willow stood up and brought over a cup of tea.

Wu Heng took it, took a sip, and then sat down at his own workspace.

“Wei’er, go to the front desk; from the two hundred Gold Coins that Old Barrel sent over, send a hundred to the Steward and divide the rest with Squad Eleven according to the proportion,” he instructed.

“Okay,” Andre Willow nodded and headed out directly.

Wu Heng took another sip of tea and then took out the notes he had just received.

The brown cover was old and full of creases, its edges beginning to fray from long usage.

Gently touching it, the leather felt unusually smooth, an uncomfortable sensation to the touch.

When I received it from Imilo, it seemed quite thick.

Upon opening, it turned out to be just a few pages, yet these leather papers were thicker than regular pages.

Flipping casually to a page, I saw numerous texts, patterns, and magic Arrays drawn in colored pencil.

Next to the Array, there were some annotations.

Included were terms like Array patterns, origin points, disablement, and effect range, along with other very professional vocabulary.

No wonder they say every Mage is a scholar.

Just these professional terms alone require consulting a vast amount of material and are beyond the grasp of the average professional.

Looking at the extensive content in the manuscript, I couldn’t help feeling a sense of awe and admiration for the Mages of this world, who had paved the way for magic and rituals using nothing but their brains and calculations.

Since arriving in this world, Wu Heng also read quite a few Skill Books, and I could understand the meanings behind the terms.

I could barely make sense of it.

…

Wu Heng briefly flipped through the manual.

As he prepared to start from the beginning, the door opened, and Andre Willow returned.

She handed over the remaining money bag and said, “Captain Cavina refused for a while before reluctantly accepting it.”

Wu Heng put away the money bag and inquired, “What would you like for dinner? Let Mini prepare in advance; we should also improve our meals a bit.”

Andre Willow smiled, sat down on his lap, and leaning her arm on his shoulder, “Master, are you going to introduce us to a new sister tonight?”

Wu Heng looked at her curiously, “How did you conclude it’s a sister?”

“The voice is so familiar; if she can come here tonight, it’s easy to guess, right?” Andre Willow said carefully.

This little fox, quite smart indeed.

Wu Heng shook his head, “Don’t rush, she’s not ready yet, we will talk about that when the opportunity arises.”

“Okay, Master has the final say,” Andre Willow hesitated, then delicately touched his cheek with one hand, “Master, would you ever abandon us?”

Wu Heng was startled, not expecting her to have such a thought.

Hugging her waist, he tightened his grip, “How could I? Wei’er and Mini are so good, I want to keep you by my side forever.”

Andre Willow’s smile returned, “Master is so kind.”

…

I returned home.

It was just about noontime.

After having lunch with Mini, I immediately went up to the fourth-floor study.

I took out the manuscript, and began to read attentively from the first page.

From the contents recorded in the book,

The overall types of rituals can be categorized into three kinds.

One is for reconnaissance, illusions, and soul-based attacks.

Each type of ritual has different forms and varying degrees of difficulty.

The rituals are not stable.

Upon success, they can enhance the capabilities of the Specter.

Similarly, there is also the possibility of failure.

If failed, the Ghost may become weakened and require a long period of rest before it can reemerge.

In more severe cases, there may be a decline in intelligence, or even a regression to a low-intelligence Resentful Spirit form, becoming a monster that can only attack living beings and cannot communicate.

The most severe outcome is the dissipation of the Ghost.

That is to say, death, the spirit scattered to the winds.